You Girls

O, the devil loves you, babe
He has since you were born
A drop of blood fell from the mother of ye
Onto his horn
He tries to make you violent
Best now just to hide it
Some foes you just can't fight
And you know deep that he is one
He'll collect boulders for you, diamonds
Till you are won

O, the angels and their cutlery
Porcelain, glass menagerie
In the window they are singing
They are screaming like the sun
Placed their wagers high, rolled
Your manner wasn't foretold
But soft, you are no killer
Leave the devil's love alone

You girls
Could make the coldest man's heart
Crack even in two
Your savior's on his way
He's written on your faces
He's got a dime and a dash of k rolled just for you



Credits
Writer(s): Shyanne River
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